---Please read the authors note before reading this story---
When I read the story "
The Private Party
" I found it a very interesting and erotic story. I had been thinking about writing an erotic story for my wife. She, to my knowledge, has never read one. I wanted to 'broaden' her horizons, so to speak. When I read "The Private Party" I knew I had found a story I could get her to read. However, I was looking for specific things within my story. So taking Snake's story, I "rewrote" it fit my needs. Changing parts of it, and deleting parts of it. It is in reality, a new story. HOWEVER, it is based completely upon Snake's story. Any reader that has read "The Private Party" will see the similarities immediately. They will also see the differences. So here is my version. I have adapted it to fit my needs. That is, to get my wife to read an erotic story. I was excited at the prospect of her reading it, and I was excited about it as I wrote it. I was also excited about her response to it when she did read it so in that sense, it worked!! I have discussed what I did with Snake, and he has read the story, and given his OK to post my version. I hope you like my version. If you have not read Snakes' story, "The Private Party" I highly suggest you do so. It is the basis and inspiration of my version entitled "The invitation". Then you can see what erotic literature is really about, in my opinion. While were telling a story, there is a reason behind it, to stimulate people. In this case, by adapting his story, NOT attempting to make it better, but adapting it to my needs, the stimulation of someone was achieved. That person was, my wife. Many of the items in "The Invitation" she was able to recognize as her own personality traits. That only served to heighten the 'adventure' of reading the story. It became a personal thing, like reading about something she had already done, and remembering it that way. It turned out to be a lot of fun…
Snake, nice story, and thanks for letting me post this version.
Kevin, "KJ"
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It was an interesting piece of paper. It simply read:
"You are invited to a private party. Both of you must attend. Costumes are not required, however, shapely, even sexy attire is desired, and you will be issued a mask at the door. Please call the number listed here to RSVP and receive your password."
They talked it over, and decided to call and see what it was about. The voice on the other end of the phone was not one that they recognized, nor did it offer much information. He just stated the party's date, got a commitment from them and then gave them the password.
For the week leading up to the party, they often discussed it. Both seemed nervous and yet anxious to discover what it was all about. When the night came, they dressed and went to the party. He had suggested she wear something sexy and exciting. Shapely like the invitation stated. She had resisted until he reminded her that she would be in a mask, and that he wasn't talking about being naked, just dressed sexy. So she agreed with him, and put on her only short skirt. It was a great looking black one. The shirt she chose looked like something from an Indian reservation. It was covered with silver tassels like hanging squares. She had long before decided not to wear a bra. She didn't tell him that decision, figuring it would excite him when he discovered it. She was a very attractive woman. At 40, she looked eight to ten years younger. She still had a fine shape, even after a few kids. She had short hair that was wavy and in her husbands words, "kinda wild". He still considered her rather naive. Something he absolutely loved about her, but told no one. In all her years, she maintained that he was the only one she had ever had sexual intercourse with. That too pleased him.
As they got older, he often wondered what it would be like to watch her with someone else. But any conversations along those lines were always just passing playful things. Her favorite line was something along the path of, "whatever you think is the right thing to do". That had a tendency to end most conversations about sex. She was not a prude by any means, and she would on occasion, with some coaxing, share a sexual fantasy or secret with him. But she was a very private person about their sex life.
The party's location turned out to be about 60 miles from their home. It was a rather large mansion type home. Neither of them had ever seen it before. They walked up and rang the bell. They were greeted by a pair of eyes almost hiding behind an opening in the door. The eyes could see them, but they could not see the face behind the door. The eyes asked for the password. Upon giving it, the door swung open and they stepped into a large foyer with a man sharply dressed as a butler ushering them in. He asked for their invitation. Read it, and informed them that he would lead them into the mask room. He also informed them that they would from this moment on, be identified only by a letter. One of their initials, she chose P he took A. In the mask room, they selected a mask. He had wondered how this might work. He knew his wife was not a big fan of masks.
She chose a mask that covered her eyes, and wore like a pair of glasses. It was open from her nose down. It had feathers along the top ridge, and was very flexible. She stated that she found it comfortable.
He did not get to select, instead wearing the one they handed to him. It was gold in color. It looked like something out of Phantom of the Opera, she even commented on it in that manner. It covered his eyes and nose, but left his mouth and lower face exposed. They were ushered into another room that was occupied by two other couples, each in masks. A maid was serving drinks. She selected Gin, he water, wondering if she needed the drink to settle her nervousness. After a few minutes another couple entered the room. Counting themselves, there were now four couples in the room. Not one of the couples was really recognizable, and the men were all wearing the same mask. They both were becoming very curious about this evening.
Two of the couples were socializing, but P and A were off to the side watching and whispering about what was going on. She had looked over the group. They all seemed to be about her age. One couple was black. One man was wearing a pair of pants and a shirt that showed off an obviously muscular and very chiseled body. He had chosen his clothes well she was thinking. Another man was also obviously well built. Additionally he had the blackest hair she had ever seen on a man. It was long and flowing. It reached past his shoulders. He also had a black neatly trimmed goatee. He was well tanned, or just dark skinned, and he was wearing a red short sleeve shirt. She could see a tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. It looked like some kind of a wild animal. All of the men seemed to be in good shape. She smiled, knowing her husband would fit into this category. The man with the tattoo looked her way, and seeing her looking at him, smiled slightly and nodded his head. His smile made her blush, it was almost as if he knew that she was looking him over. She blushed in spite of herself and turned away, embarrassed about being caught looking at him. He was a dangerous man, the kind she only secretly liked, and never the kind she would ever want to be with.
She also looked over the women. They were interesting to her, she found that a bit scary. They were all dressed well. They had obviously decided to dress in a sexy manner also. They were all in good shape. One of them seemed to be in excellent shape. She wore a top that didn't cover her mid area, and the faintest outline of ab muscles was visible. As she watched her, she walked over and stood next to the tattoo man. They kissed lightly, and stood together talking.
